On Tuesday morning, we broke camp after 4 nights in Casper, Wyoming, and set out across the state for Cody, and the gateway to Yellowstone. Along the way, we chatted with a man who is bicycling from Portland to Washington, DC, and listened to a few chapters of "Little Women", and admired the scenery and beautiful horses in the pastures at the road side. And as always, kept an eye out for interesting cars and the license plates we need yet. (We bagged 20 states the first day, but have been stuck at 45 for a week now...where are all the New Englanders?)
We stopped in Thermopolis, home of the world's largest single mineral hot springs, where we soaked in ancient pools and played at Star Plunge, a water park open in some form since 1900. It's a bit old-fashioned, and maybe a smidgen worn down, but it wasn't crowded, wasn't expensive, and we all had a great time on the water slides. The mineral water may even have helped me recover a bit from the marathon I ran last Sunday. I hope so, because I have three more of them yet this month.
After leaving Thermopolis, we continued on to Greybull, which happens to be the home of the:
We looked at all the planes, all retired from service as fire-fighting planes, and many of which had previously been retired from active military service, and which are now out in the high desert sun, win, and snow. It's a little place, but of course aviation lovers like us need to stop at it. Hans found lots of pictures that he needed to take as well.
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